there once was

it's all just pure mind games and reluctance; a natural resistance of the mind to give up this fight only because it ended all too soon. had it gone on for any longer, we would have gotten bored, we would have faded out, we would have ended up this way nevertheless. except that, the act of having to give it all up wouldn't be. the good idea of it all wouldn't be still fresh and raw and prominent, it wouldn't still be sitting pretty in the back of my skull

you can't make your heart feel
something it won't
here in the dark
these final hours
i will lay down my heart
...
i'll close my eyes
and i won't see
the love you don't feel
when you're holding me
morning will come
and i'll do what's right
just give me till then
to give up this fight